Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.